#orcay

[plusborsa]

🔴#ORCAY Mehmet Erdoğan 1.646.899 adet pay satışı yaptı #borsaplus #borsa #BorsaIstanbul #bist100 https://www.instagram.com/p/Clik60SorrM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Everyone: *is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Equius: D-> So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.

Everyone: ...

Feferi: ...i did. I broke it.

Equius: D-> No, no y00 didn't. Eridan?

Eridan: don't look at me. look at nepeta

Nepeta: >:00< what?! i didn't break it.

Eridan: huh, that's wweird. howw'd you evven knoww it wwas broken?

Nepeta: >://< beclaws it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Eridan: suspicious.

Nepeta: >:((< no, it's not!

Aradia: if it matters, pr0bably n0t, but s0llux was the last 0ne t0 use it.

Sollux: liiar! ii don't even driink that crap!

Aradia: 0h really? then what were y0u d0ing by the c0ffee cart earlier?

Sollux: ii u2e the wooden 2tiirrer2 two help feed my miind honey bee2. everyone know2 that, aradiia!

Feferi: orcay let's not fight. i broke it. let me pay for it, ---Equius.

Equius: D-> No! Who broke it!?

Everyone: ....

Aradia: equius... eridan's been awfully quiet 0-0

Eridan: rEALLY?!

Everyone: *starts arguing*

Equius, to the side: D-> I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Equius: D-> I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Equius: D-> ...

Equius: D-> G00d. It was getting a little t00 chummy around here.

[fleischer-fuchsia]

if an anvil completely squishes her flat

if we use something relatively lighter but still heavy, say this bowling ball

drop it on her

do we get a shortstack meena?

uh

i mean that probubbly it still gonna hurt pike a beach and i wouldnt wanna try it oar anyfin boat maybe

Of course this grumbling and mild protesting did nothing, once the anon had discussed this it was already an inevitability that in just a moment Meenah would be met with bowling ball right to the dome. Or at least it would've if it hadn't gotten caught by her horns, wedged between their base just above her head proper, however that was still more than enough for the weight of the ball to have its effect. A loud but hollow sound of collision rang out as it pressed down on her, dropping her from a respectable 5'9 to a solid 4' nothing. With a soft sway, the ball rolled free and bounced once upon the ground and swiftly rolled away.

orcay im SH-ELLA pissed a8oat this and the only cod damn reason yoar naut gettin forked for this is cause it didnt split my head open

[nofaprecoverygary]

In rewind I thinnj the everyone amecaudio uf light outside yesterday july murth of dely was sumjtjing spectcukar but alarmingly the fathom of running overhear 500pts of carabattsiis aull underneath by them solve was incauple to hear

the cloud nine injersnt of rhe scenerio benom duke but seemingly I profeamss being a shown favorite shoes and not succ the purging after nombarded ricket crackwrs in my shuidt and rih deyn deyn w alic

but themseolve it orcay the stupid fashion of whyvvv so meny trinkets like stadia oysum bracc lintes inplode 29Vsc sandt in d ayyyy auire

[yardimsorgulama]

ORCAY HİSSE ANALİZ VE YORUM #ORCAY 2022 #Borsa #bist100 #hisse

ORCAY HİSSE ANALİZ VE YORUM #ORCAY 2022 #Borsa #bist100 #hisse

ORCAY HİSSE ANALİZ VE YORUM #ORCAY yazımıza hoş geldiniz. Ayrıca ORCAY HİSSE ANALİZ VE YORUM #ORCAY konusundaki görüşlerinizi alt kısımdan yorum olarak oluşturursanız seviniriz. Bu konu son zamanlarda oldukça günceldir. 2022 yılı içerisinde çok popüler olan ve de farklı kişiler tarafından farklı görüşler ile sunulmuş olan bu duruma en iyi ifadeyi belirttiğimiz videoda sizlere aktardık. Bunun gibi…

[chowtrolls]

what if...Orca pulled his hair up.........

[prawvnus]

Yanno howv sad it is to reelize that yeah efin if yoar someone people might call a friend, yoar still naut the friend they acshoally wvant to be around? Yoar nevwer the first pick... there’s alwvays someone happier, cooler, more fun oar interestin oar exciting, someone they prefer ovwer you. Idunno, it just. Sucks, bein the last resort foar people. No one’s favwourite, the backup option.

[darkcitrin]

Gray believing he is the weakest...

can be seen as sign of modesty...

can be seen as problematic self image aswell...

can be seen as sign of narcisstical abuse....

can be seen as reason why he is a perfect victim/pray for a narcisstical abuser....

can be seen as a sign of codependency...

Is a proof that he is mentally less healthy than after the Game Arc.

Is a proof that he is mentally sick :)

Since his perception of himself is not accurate, which is a very profound hint of him having been gaslight, living in a reality were non loving actions are portrayed or interpreted as signs of love while they are not ;)

The latest chapter was the biggest proof of gruvia being a toxic relationship and that it really affects Gray negatively despite him realising it or not, since such a relationship is attacking the victims perception and judgement over time. So words are loosing meaning but the health status never lies.

Gruvia is not a love relationship. This relationship is only kept together by a trauma bond, a chemical dependeny of sb being dependend on oneself in order for him or her not to leave them ever to cope with the permanent fear of abandement, which preexisted in Juvia already and which was artificially created in Gray by abuse and traumatic experiences which are not healed by Juvias love but exploited and wished for.

In the Orcais Arc we all saw that Gray was not affected by the light proving him being healed of this past traumas by the love of his guildmates or he would have attacked Lyon. Like Lucy said, Gray is stronger than that. Or he used to be. Every abuse will show its negative effects.

[hungryheiress]

Oooh, someone’s got a twinkle in her eye, seeing anyone? Want to see someone? Want to see ALL of someone >;) C’mon Fef, you can tell us!

-Eeep, orcay, orcay! I’m naut seeing anyone rig)(t now, but I )(ave a blind date tonig)(t wit)( a catgirl! I’m excited, I )(ave to get ready. I )(ope s)(e likes bigger girls!

[cartoonaccord]

I forgot to upload this yesterday when I finished it so here is day 5 and I won't be doing day 6 or perhaps I'll do it another day

from left to right is Novime belongs to me, Orcais belongs to @ashxstoashxs, Morbuz belongs to @crystallakeenthusiast, and Dreema belongs to @arson-ick

first day

[st-just]

Some writing form a game

So in a rather ridiculous online game I was in, my city of heretics and demonologists was inexplicably allowed to summon their patron, and then complete the massive doomsday ‘utterly destroy the main Good faction so we can win the game’ ritual. And since I wrote a thousand words of high fantasy purple prose to describe it, figured I might as well post it here. 

Deicide

In the very centre of Khasal, directly below the False Sun, there is a spire, needle-thin, sustained only through the City’s thorough subjugation of all the earth and sky within its borders.

And as the sun set over Hanrui, it unfurled, the four vast and sprawling chambers that had been folded within it at last free under the open sky. Each was led by a different grand celebrant, and each glowed with a different light. But as they orbited the False Sun, casting truly frightful lights and shadows across the night sky, the flows of power between them were obvious.

The first and furthest vista was Life, as red as old Balam. Seven times seven sacrifices hung suspended above intricately carved patterns, their bodies healing too fast to ever die as they were endlessly bled. As the blood filled in the mystic runes they began to glow a ruddy and sullen light. Above and between the sanguine lines, what had once been bare granite teemed with life, carpeted with flowers of a thousand different varieties, each a brilliant and unnatural hue. Five troops of dancers leapt and revelled amidst the crimson chaos, tearing free of each skin as they died a carnal death and donning a new face-freely taken, through force or fraud-in perfect time for each new verse. Three covens sat at three cauldrons, mixing reagents and all the curses of frail mortality in boiling concoctions, overflowing freely into the bloody streams of power. And at the centre stood the masterwork of the Architect’s beloved, conductor and chorus both, singing with a dozen mouths and cutting with a hundred hands.

And off the edges the ruddy, glowing rivers of lifesblood poured, imbued with all the glorious, fervent strength of a dying and desperate beast. No matter gravity’s opinion, they fell unerringly towards the Sun.

Next was Fire, many coloured and painful to behold. The platform was glass, stained and warped to give the smallest spark the reflection of an inferno. There stood upon it a great multitude- warpriests and lantern-bearers, devotees of a dozen different cults, and all the addicts of the pyre. They chanted ceaselessly as they worked, tending the pits and alcoves onto which they poured incense and alchemy, ten thousand smokeless lights billowing up and dancing across the sky. The heat was intense beyond all reason, scorching flesh and burning cloth and feathers both. More than one unfortunate grew overwhelmed and entranced, and threw themselves on the pyre-a painless death, at least, spared from their gods opinion of suicide by the same incinerating heat that left no flesh or bone. The greatest was in the centre, of course, attended by orcai clerics and mystics, pouring all their devotion and fervour into the invocations of their saviour, their plumage growing more glossy and vibrant with each endless and torturous hour spent attending the Pyre, as their Arch-Cleric sanctified sacrifice after sacrifice, each purified to colourless ash in less than a heartbeat, blessing the countless pyres with all the heat of Heaven and Hell.

And as the smokeless fire danced into the night sky, it rose unerring towards the Muse of Glory, no matter which direction more pedestrian minds might have expected.

The penultimate vista was Space, all the vast and endless distance which attenuates the bond between Heaven and Earth. Its original design was forgotten as it revealed itself, unfolding into labyrinth and impossible spirals and rings around the False Sun, through which fire and blood could easily slip. Companies of spell-eaters and warmages marches tirelessly down those roads, freed from all other demands from their first step, their every stride an incantation, every bead of sweat a sacrifice.  From a distance the roads seem unerringly straight and flat, but in person there are cliffs and mountains to spare, the many-faceted crystal from which they are cut changing shape to match every traveller’s perception. But every spell-eater, and every pilgrim, knew their duty-and they chanted and evoked as they walked, empowering the zephyr which flowed boundlessly around them, pushing out the road ahead of them, stretching and moulding it into ever more impossible designs. And surrounded and entombed by that crystal, sculpting it and swimming within it, was a serpent, cutting the world even finer behind her as she drew the newest ring ever closer to the radiant Unbinder.

And innermost of all, there was the Divine. Song and light made manifest by nine choirs of the chosen, as sacred and close the Voice as any space could be. On it were seven thrones, and on each of them an honoured and senior Voice of the Church, plucked form their pulpits or beds by changelings and shades. Each was cleansed and consecrated, anointed in holy oils, their soul reinforced and opened by the greatest psychics and astral scholars Hanrui had to offer, happy to be aiding an ally instead of disreputable mercenary work.

This last vista was within the False Sun, and as these seven finally awoke, their minds mercifully refused to perceive it. Instead they saw themselves as an oasis of light and song amidst oblivion, textured only by the constant rain of stars from the firmament.

And then the whispers began, sharp enough to make them bleed, in every voice they knew, whispering doom and terror, breathlessly listing all the tortures they could inflict, denouncing them for not being there to protect or comfort, begging for the mercy of death-

They prayed, of course they did, they invoked their Goddess, and the world leapt to assist them, and welcome her. Calling upon miracles to tear their prison asunder, and set the creation aright.

And then blood lanced through the sky, into their eyes and ears. And fire down their throat. And inches became miles became eternities.

And Vetali the Unbinder, Muse of Glory, Unbinder of Days, Demon of Hubris, spoke. And mirrors suffused with her light, carefully scattered throughout the dominions of the Voice, burst forth into their full radiance, her sibilant tones echoing through them.

I Love the Flame for its Heat And Life for its Passions And the World for its Vastness Your Voice is a Plague A Hollow Soul and a Slavish Tongue And a Dead and Sterile World I am the Chorus of Falling Stars And I deny You Let your every tongue boil And your every letter burn I bar Your passage from the Sky Let every Soul you have Ruined Be a Lance in Your flesh And a Brand upon Your eyes Your words will be drowned by the rush of Blood Your commandments lost to the Pyre Your holy places desolate in the Vastness of Creation If You may not die Then for an Age Be silent And learn the language of pain

And then, throughout the world, those who had heard the voice fell to the ground, as their souls began to burn.

[needlesandsilk]

it aint a kismesis t)(ing orcay c)(ill OUT

Uh huh. Truly I am convinced, you’ve swayed me off my path of seeing that which clearly does not exist! 

[thankyoukhteam]

Hello, all who are tagged in this post!! I just wanted to get this one-month reminder to you at least in some form before the day of got any closer. 

I’ve been sending them out individually but have run into an unforeseen hiccup which is that Tumblr only allows me 50 new message conversations per day. With this handicap, it will take me another 8 days to send them to all of you. I will still be sending them to you over these next 8 days (which will prevent this from happening again with the 1 week left reminders), so, please keep an eye out for that! Dont hesitate to send me a message if you have any questions! 

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[chowtrolls]

I gotta go to sleep soon but Orca is 27yrs old, hes a classic bicon. He looks for trolls who might need a little happiness, but he gravitates towards trolls who have some confidence because they make him feel confident. Hes a bit shy but very loving at his core. He likes small signs of affection and gets incredibly embarrassed if someone is overly affectionate in public but it isnt a bad thing. He isn't hemoist, he tries his hardest to be accepting of everyone and is probably hemocompliant at best, just to save himself the drama of being a rebel. All his quads are open.

Here's his whole Bio if he seems interesting to you.